It was answer that provided information while revealing nothing, the verbal equivalent of showing someone a closed door and describing its surface without opening it.
Elyndra stared at him for a long moment, her expression suggesting she was deciding whether to push for more details or accept the deflection gracefully.
Finally, she laughed with genuine amusement.
"You're infuriating to interrogate," she observed, "Every answer creates more questions. I can see why Father wanted to meet you personally."
They descended together, approaching the figure at the center of the golden-radiant field.
Noah's analytical capabilities were already activating, his enhanced perception beginning to break down and catalog what he was about to encounter.
The First Farmer.
The entity who had gazed upon THE Living Spirit…and likely other THE Living Existences!
The being who had created sanctuary in the Wandering Territories when nowhere else would accept Fold Dwellers.
